The Good Old Days

If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on But if you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long Because if it's gone for you, well, I too may lose it and that would be wrong I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways And it chars my heart to always hear you calling, calling for the good old days Because there were no good old days These are the good old days It's not about tenements and needles And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their minds Daisy chains and school-yard games And a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow The Arcadian dream has all fallen through, but the Albion sails on course Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging because the Pigman's found the source And there's 12 rude boys on the oars (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Oh-oh, oh-oh) These are the good old days